Travis (Alluring Indulgence, #3)

by Nicole Edwards

  “Hi.”

  Gage grinned. They’d accomplished their goal. She was sated, pliant in his arms, yet she still wanted more. He didn’t stop her when she covered him like a blanket, her satiny skin soothing him. He’d never known a woman could be that soft.

  “Fuck,” Gage growled, realizing Kylie wasn’t out of it anymore, and she just managed to sheath his cock with her body, fiery, wet heat enveloping him. With a rush, he pulled out of her. “Condom, baby.”

  Gage had never in his life had sex without a condom and even that brief taste of what it felt like was enough for him to want to continue without one. But he had to protect them both. His life had been spent in polyamorous relationships, monogamy a word that didn’t appear in his dictionary. Promiscuous was an understatement, and although Gage knew thanks to routine checkups that he was clean, there was no way Kylie could know that. If they decided to forego condoms, it would be a conversation to be had outside of the bedroom as far as he was concerned.

  He expected Travis, who was now crawling up on the bed at Gage’s feet, to toss him a condom, but he didn’t. The sound of foil crinkling could be heard over Kylie’s rhythmic breathing, so clearly Travis was preparing…

  “Sonuvabitch,” he groaned as Travis’ rough fingers slid over his cock, surprising him to the point his breath rushed out of his lungs. “That feels so damn good,” he moaned, peering at Travis over Kylie’s body.

  “Not as good as it feels to me,” Travis murmured.

  “I’m not so sure about that.” Travis’ skilled hand stroked him, his cock lengthening and swelling more than before, the delicious friction causing flashes of brilliant light and colors behind his now closed eye lids.

  Gage allowed himself to enjoy the spine-tingling feeling as Travis continued to glide his hand up and down his shaft, not seeming to be in a hurry, but drawing out the pleasure until Gage was panting.

  Kylie was lying over his chest, straddling his hips while Travis was between their legs and he didn’t even question what was about to happen. When Kylie peered up at him through heavy lids, he hooked her chin with his fingertips and pulled her forward so their lips touched. The kiss started slow and easy, a gentle glide of tongues, but that grew hotter within minutes. Gage was hovering on the edge of orgasm with Travis continuing to stroke him. Then a warm mouth replaced the strong, callused fingers, and Gage’s body tightened even more.

  He didn’t make a sound, other than the rumble in his chest as the sensation changed from dry friction to wet suction. Travis wasn’t hurrying either, he was measuring his length with his tongue, sliding up and then down, licking the moisture that beaded on the head and Gage wished he could watch. Only without sight, he had no choice but to feel and with Kylie’s body hindering his view, he couldn’t find it in him to complain.

  As sensations morphed together, the insistent drive of Kylie’s tongue in his mouth, the gentle, yet persistent suction of Travis’ mouth, Gage found himself floating. Somehow they’d managed to turn this on him, and he was now at their mercy.

  Gage opened his eyes and pulled his mouth away from Kylie’s as he watched her. “I want to be inside you when I come,” he whispered.

  She nodded, but resumed kissing him, and it was clear they were working him with purpose. Gage was gliding his hands over her back, trailing down to the base of her spine, then back to her shoulder blades over and over. On the next downward stroke, he cupped her bottom in both hands and spread her cheeks slightly. He continued doing this, caressing her then familiarizing her with his touch on her ass as she mewled into his mouth, her kisses slow and lingering.

  On the next stroke down, Gage stopped, this time grabbing her ass and separating her cheeks at the same time Travis’ tongue disappeared from his cock. Her body stiffened momentarily, but then she moaned right into his mouth and the kiss took an erotically urgent turn. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she thrust her tongue into his mouth over and over, faster and faster. He had to force her to stop because he was blind to what was happening and desperate to know how it made her feel.

  “Look at me, Kylie,” he urged her, cupping her face. “Tell me what Travis is doing.” Gage already knew, but he wanted to hear her say it.

  “He’s…” Her body was gently rocking backward, then forward, enjoying what Travis was doing behind her.

  “Tell me,” he whispered. “Is he licking you?”

  “Yes, he’s licking me… there.” She breathed in, her eyes locked with his. “No one’s ever touched me there.”

  She sounded bewildered and nervous, but she wasn’t retreating. “We’re going to make this good for you, Kylie. I want to be inside of you, to feel Travis’ cock against mine as we both fuck you. Do you want that?”

  Kylie nodded, her rocking rhythm getting faster, her thrusts backward harder.

  The gentle click of lube being opened was barely noticeable over Kylie’s labored breaths. She continued to rock against him, and Gage wanted to be inside of her, but he knew he’d come too soon if he did. As it was, Travis was giving them both attention, reaming her ass with his tongue at the same time he stroked Gage.

  The stroking ceased and then Kylie stiffened in his arms. “Kiss me, Kylie. Kiss me while Travis fingers your beautiful ass.”

  She did as he told her, letting him distract her from the discomfort, but she didn’t stay distracted. She began thrusting in earnest moments later, and Gage knew she was ready.

  “Put a condom on me,” Gage told Travis. “I need to be inside of her now.”

  A condom was rolled on, and Gage lifted Kylie’s hips until he could slide inside of her, then lowering her back to his body. She was flush against his chest, so he had to work his hips to slide in and out of her pussy, but not much time was spent wasted because she started riding his cock.

  “You like when I finger your ass?” Travis asked, his voice low and gentle, lacking the usual bark and bite. “Do you want to feel my cock inside of you, Kylie?”

  There was more pressure on top of Gage as Travis leaned over them. “Tell me, baby. Tell me you want to feel me fucking your ass while Gage is fucking your pussy.”

  The graphic words made Gage’s cock throb inside of her.

  “Yes,” she said as she turned to look at Travis over her shoulder. Their tongues touched briefly, outside of their mouths and Gage’s breath hitched as he watched. “I want you to fuck me at the same time Gage does. Please. But be gentle.”

  “Always, baby. I’d never hurt you,” Travis whispered.

  Travis continued to kiss her, and Gage settled for licking and sucking the smooth skin of her neck as he slowly thrust his hips upward in shallow strokes, fighting to keep his own release at bay. He could feel Travis’ finger inside of her as it thrust alongside his cock.

  By the time Travis was scissoring two fingers inside of her ass, Gage was sweating, his breaths coming in quick, short bursts as he fought the urge to come.

  “Kylie, ride me, baby,” Gage told her as Travis eased back once more. “I need you to fuck me.” And she did. He also wanted her to focus on him.

  Her hips began to rock forward and slam back, driving him deep inside of her, his balls slapping against Travis hand. The bed dipped beneath his ass as Travis got into position at the same time Kylie stopped moving. Gage mimicked with his tongue what his cock was doing inside of her, holding her face in his hands and sucking her tongue into his mouth until she began doing the same to him.

  “God, baby, you’re so fucking tight.” The tormented, gravelly pitch of Travis’ voice pierced the air. “I’m going slow, baby, but you’re so fucking hot. I want my cock buried in your ass.” Travis continued to talk, and Gage continued to kiss her, forcing her to focus on the pleasure rather than the initial discomfort.

  When Kylie tore her mouth from his, Gage stilled, waiting for her to tell them to stop, but she didn’t. Instead, she rocked back, hard, and Travis groaned. “Fucking hell.”

  “Fuck me, Gage. Fuck me now. I want to feel you come inside
of me, please.” Kylie begged. “I need to be fucked now.”

  Although she’d said his name, Gage was at a disadvantage on the bottom, but Travis took over, and nothing else mattered because Kylie was taking them both, the length of Travis’ cock sliding against his as they fucked her hard and fast, until the three of them were moaning in unison, sweat coating their skin.

  “I’m going to come. Oh, God. I’m going to come. Travis, harder, please. Make me come.”

  Her demand ripped Gage’s release from him, and Travis’ growl exploded in the air as he slammed into her several more times until Kylie tightened in his arms, her pussy milking them both as her orgasm once again took her.

  Chapter Thirty Seven

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  Two days after the most mind bending sex of his entire life, Travis found himself reflecting on the things that had taken place in recent weeks. It wasn’t that he was big on that sort of thing, but at least it kept him from climbing the walls.

  Another day had come and gone and he was grateful to be at home, a few minutes of peace and quiet to help calm his mind. He wasn’t used to the emotions he’d been enduring as of late. Mainly those that included an overanxious need to spend more time with Kylie and Gage. At least today he could add another tally mark to the scoreboard that was tracking days he’d completed all tasks without incident. In just an hour or so, he’d be working on the tally marks on the other side of that board as well. The ones keeping track of how many times he could make Kylie and Gage come.

  Mmmm. Those were the moments he really enjoyed thinking about.

  Actually, any moment that included them was worth thinking about. As far as he was concerned, everything just seemed to click into place when they were together – as though they were puzzle pieces that connected to one another to complete the whole picture. And as more days passed, things continued to look up.

  Although they seemed to be clicking when it was necessary, Travis knew the most reluctant piece was Gage. The fact that the man was an emotional mess, though Travis couldn’t necessarily blame him, was the only part Travis truly worried about. He was dealing with the details of the fire, waiting for insurance checks and getting the house he’d moved into properly covered so he’d be prepared in the event something like that happened again – which Travis prayed would never be the case.

  And then there was Kylie. As had been the case for days now, she continued to be the glue that was holding them together. She had busied herself with getting the renovation underway, and knowing that she was going to be around for a while did wonders for Travis’ mood daily. He thought about the day she came to see him at the Walker Demo office. It was the day his life took a drastic turn in an entirely different direction than anyone would’ve expected. Funny how each time that had happened to him Kylie had been involved. And to think he’d wasted all of these years staying away from her. So much so that the time away from her now was killing him.

  Standing in front of the big picture window in his living room, Travis glanced up at the sky just as a bolt of lightning lit up the cloud riddled sky. It was getting darker as the storm rolled across the horizon, getting closer and closer according to the clap of thunder that rumbled the earth shortly after the brilliant flash of light. There was another round of early summer storms heading their way even though the news channel had promised blue skies for at least a couple of days. The weather guy was wrong this time, the sky was ominously black, the sun entirely obliterated by the dismal, dark clouds.

  From where he stood, overlooking his parents’ ranch, there wasn’t much to look at, but he could see the thunderheads rolling in across the treetops on the far side of his parents’ property. As lightning flashed across the sky in brilliant wide arcs, Travis found himself thinking about Kylie again.

  After she’d given herself over to both him and Gage at the same time, the three of them had crumpled in a pile of arms and legs, twined together on the bed. They lay there for a few minutes before Travis escaped to the bathroom to rid himself of the condom and wash up. He didn’t waste time and not long after, he was back in bed, draping himself over Kylie and giving in to exhaustion. A short time later, Travis woke up, somewhat disoriented. When he opened his eyes, he found Kylie looking at him, her hand brushing down his cheek.

  Unable to resist her, Travis had pulled her on top of him after retrieving one of the condoms that had been dropped on the nightstand earlier. She had eased it over him before sheathing him with her body, the tight warmth of her sex clasping him and making him lose his breath. The two of them had stayed that way for the longest time, Kylie lying against him while they kissed like they were making up for lost time. It was only then that he realized she did understand the dynamic between the three of them.

  It hadn’t been easy for Travis to come to terms with what he needed, and, unfortunately, Kylie landed in the crosshairs just at the time in his life when he realized he wasn’t going to be happy without exploring himself further. He was an ass for pulling her into his world, for allowing himself to get so caught up with her that he couldn’t bear to let go, only to walk away in the end anyway.

  Travis had accepted long ago that he was bisexual, and it didn’t bother him anymore, but it also wasn’t something he talked about. The problem he had was that he wasn’t sure his family would understand. Sure, his brothers were all caught up in their threesomes and shit, but when it came down to it, Travis knew they would end up in monogamous relationships.

  It wasn’t nearly that easy for him, and the biggest concern was that he would embarrass his parents or they’d never be able to understand exactly what made him tick. He had battled that fear for as long as he could remember and somewhere along the way, it manifested into anger and confusion. It started when he accepted that he was attracted to both men and women. When he realized he didn’t want a monogamous relationship. Somewhere deep inside of him, Travis pictured him ending up with a man and a woman.

  It wasn’t like he met many bisexual people on a daily basis. Hell, even his interactions at Club Destiny generally resulted in a threesome in which he was the third, invited only to pleasure the woman. Not that he minded, but it meant something was always missing for him. At one point, he even considered talking to Cole or Luke because somehow, they’d managed to overcome what Travis feared was the impossible – a successful, polyamorous relationship.

  Travis was pulled from his revelry when he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up as another bolt of lightning crashed down from the sky. Too close. He hated these damn Texas storms. At least this far south, they didn’t normally have to worry about tornadoes, but with this particular storm, he was beginning to wonder.

  Gage.

  Travis couldn’t help but wonder how Gage was doing. The man had lost his house and everything in it from a storm just like the one barreling down on them now. He was tempted to pick up the phone and call, but since he intended to head over in a little while, he wanted to give him a little space.

  Just as he was heading toward his bedroom to shower, Travis’ police scanner went off, and he abruptly switched directions. Once in the kitchen he twisted the knob to turn up the volume. With the lightning storm and the rain, Travis wasn’t surprised the thing went off. There was probably a minor fender bender due to slippery streets, or perhaps a downed tree somewhere.

  He listened as the dispatcher rattled off the location of a grass fire. The street sounded familiar, but then again, most of them did since Travis had lived in Coyote Ridge for most of his life and the town wasn’t all that big. He was about to brush it off and head to his room again when the vibration of his cell phone on his hip startled him and Travis grabbed the phone, not bothering to look at the caller id.

  “It’s Kaleb,” his brother said as soon as Travis barked his hello.

  “What’s up?”

  “You hear the scanner?”

  “Yeah, grass fire. Sounds like it’s on the south side of town.”

  “It is. That’s damn close to Gage
’s grandmother’s house, too.”

  Shit. Seriously, what were the fucking odds?

  “How close, do you know?” Travis asked, keeping the phone to his ear as he grabbed his Stetson and his truck keys before heading out the front door. The rain had started already, which hopefully was good news for the grass fire.

  “From what I can tell, probably less than a mile out.”

  “The fire department on it?” Travis asked as he flipped the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life.

  “Yeah. I called CJ as soon as I heard. They’re gearing up now.”

  The Coyote Ridge fire department was entirely volunteer, but Travis knew most of them. His cousin CJ was one of the tenured volunteers, and he always managed to keep the family informed when things went wrong. CJ was actually the one to call Gage when his house had gone up in flames.

  “I just thought you’d want to know,” Kaleb said, and his brother’s voice rebounded through the truck’s interior when the Bluetooth finally connected. Travis tossed his phone in the cup holder and focused on the road.

  “You get a hold of Gage? Is he at home?”

  “He’s not answering his phone,” Kaleb stated, sounding strangely curious. “Have you heard from him?”

  Travis didn’t respond right away, and he knew his brother had picked up on it.

  “The two of you doing ok?” Kaleb asked straightforwardly, but thankfully the police scanner installed in the truck went off and provided Travis with an out.

  “Look, I’m headed to Gage’s now.” Travis told Kaleb, not willing to elaborate.

  “I’ll try Gage again.” With that the phone disconnected.

  Travis was grateful that his brother hadn’t tried to push the issue. At the moment, he didn’t have it in him to do much more than pray that Gage and Kylie were safe and sound and not trapped.

  Funny, it wasn’t like Travis to panic like this, but he couldn’t deny the fact that he was worried about only one thing – that Gage and Kylie weren’t in danger.